You're Athena, watching 600 strike happening from Apollo's infirmary. You and the other gods were currently watching it, using Hermes' magic. Everyone was staring, shocked.

Apollo: Holy...

Hermes: You taught him well, Thea.

You nodded, a faint smile on your face. You kept watching, until Poseidon, your uncle/enemy, gave in to Odysseus' orders because Odysseus kept stabbing him with his own trident. You just stood up and cheered at the scene while everyone stared at you. You didn't care that you still had to heal from your fathers wounds. You teleported to Ithaca, and decided to wait there, disguised as a regular mortal, until Odysseus was done slaughtering the suitors, and saw his son and wife.